Book: The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger

But everything is rotten. As the thoughts of some people.

The fire had burned down. The stars have paled. The wind never calmed down. The wind, too, had a story he told in the void.

In my humble opinion, equal only to speak the truth to each other. Friends and loved ones, entangled in a web of mutual debt, lie endlessly. And it's so tiring!

Everything in the Universe denies an absolute void. The end is when there is no longer anything, and therefore, the universe is infinite.

Time steals the memory...

Very few - if any were - managed to grasp the Principle of Reality: new knowledge always leads to new mysteries, the mysteries, is even more amazing. The more psychologists learn about the abilities of the brain, the more intense and desperate became the search of a soul whose existence was regarded as fact is questionable, but still likely.

You're looking for answers, shooter? I think to find them is as simple as to release the bullet?

Let's say you went to the border of the Universe. And what will be there? Deaf high fence and a sign "the end"? No. Maybe there will be something firm and rounded like an egg is seen inside another developpeuse chicken. And if you suddenly manage to break through the shell (or find a door), imagine what a powerful shining light can pour in your hole at the edge of the universe. And suddenly you look out and discover our entire universe is only a part of the atom some thin blades of grass? And then, maybe, you will understand that, burning in the fire of just one twig, you turn thereby to ashes countless infinite worlds. That the universe is not one infinity, but an infinite number of infinities.

- Do you believe in an afterlife? asked the shooter, when brown laid out on a plate three steaming corn on the cob. Brown nodded.
- It seems to me, this is it.

The price of any betrayal - it is always someone's life.

We crave the love of flight
And find the chain of oppression.

That's strange a person grows up and forgets about his childhood with his childish rituals and spells - much is lost along the way, but something still remains firmly stuck in the brain, grabs you in a stranglehold, and you're carrying that weight all his life, and every year it is harder and harder.

Time whitens the hair of the beard, takes the jumping ability and strength, and you still continue to believe - the stupid fool - that it is on your side.

Life periodically gives us the evil patrol so as not to give us a particularly fast and show it who's boss.